Forget the broken, as the flies surround the field Solitary puppets on broken string They've hung all the ropes and tied every knot And whisper in your ear Just one more step Halos and nooses drag behind every soul The cracks underfoot become coffin holes They will be forever scorned The skies will turn black, and come the day I was born I avow The steeples collapse and the pillars erode Your kingdoms tumble like stone dominoes Before they sharpen their teeth on razors and knives They were not wolves but sheep